Burning Flipside is an art festival at a pukka location in the Texas Hill Country. What can I say? It’s flaming hot, things are burned, costumes are worn. Tenses are confused, verbs are conjugated and there’s a creek to swim in to give relief from the merciless sun. Flipside has a new recruit in me. […]
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Strange times, and they are about to get stranger. Two days ago I agreed with a friend that we should not try to build last-minute flame throwers into our hobby horses. Yesterday I was taking a milkshake to someone who has pneumonia. I found myself wishing I had cup-holders in my car. A sure sign
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Today we disarmed the monkey – this involved taking six, thirty foot long arms from the wooden sculpture with ropes, scaffolding, and the noon-day sun. I was first to arrive on the scene and scaled the monkey for some tranquility. I spent the next four hours up the monkey, helping to unbolt the arms from
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